The Weary Knight

Weary

the old grey knight

hangs up his sword

his shield

in the shape of a kite

πŸŒ‘

Days

of conflict past

As he looks back

on life

he is downcast

πŸŒ‘

War

is all he has known

killing

blood

bone

πŸŒ‘

Reflecting

on what he has been

he sees his life

existence

all as unclean

πŸŒ‘

Overwhelmed

by the feeling

he promises himself

that the rest of his life

will be devoted to healing

πŸŒ‘

He cannot

undo what has been done

but he will try

every day

he has breath under the sun

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